and1acula
Järgi
XXIX
Talvine rüü
nii aukus ja tume,
viimaks ometi, nüüd
asendunud suvega - kui sume.
Pead tõstmas suvepeod,
vihmaga kodadesse poevad teod.
Kõlamas kilked ja naer
lõpuks kasutuses
päevi näinud aer.
Tunded on leekimas,
käes, viimaks ometi, suvi!
mütsid pleekimas,
kuid õnneks läin'd on lumi.
I
Nothing more,
nothing less
but a memory, clouding my lungs.
Once so vibrant, now faded to dust.
The faint beating of broken hearts,
left under a layer of betrayal and regret.
Emotions,
that have been superglued to a place long gone.
Burnt flags.
Ruined childhoods.
Alliances that brought chaos.
Secrets that brought death.
III - Her
The lingering smell of her.
Ever so present in my memories
Ghosting Its fingers over me.
Leaving behind a want,
a need so desperate – almost dizzying.
Blurred lines of her figure,
casting themselves behind my eyelids.
So real in my mind's eye... yet
nowhere once I open them.
It's like she was never there.
Just the ghost of her left behind.
Now taunting me, driving me crazy.
Playing with my feelings,
tearing open healed wounds – making them bleed all over again
and again
and again.
